Lt. Col. Robert (Dutch) Holland was a third baseman for the St. Louis Cardinals, not a pitcher. While at spring training a B-36 flew over the field and Dutch was standing on third base. ... See full summary »
Director Billy Wilder salutes his idol, Ernst Lubitsch, with this comedy about a middle-aged playboy fascinated by the daughter of a private detective who has been hired to entrap him with the wife of a client.
Biography of Charles Lindburgh from his days of precarious mail runs in aviation's infancy to his design of a small transatlantic plane and the vicissitudes of its takeoff and epochal flight from New York to Paris in 1927. Written by
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Producer Jack L. Warner was strongly opposed to the casting of James Stewart, which he believed caused the film to flop on its release in 1957. Warner felt a young and less well-known actor was needed to play Lindbergh. See more »
On his flight from NYC, Lindbergh obtained his last land fix at St. Johns, Newfoundland, before the Atlantic Ocean. In the overhead shot of the town, 1950's cars are clearly visible. See more »
[checking his copy]
Here at the Garden City Hotel, less than a mile from Roosevelt Field... less than three-quarters of a mile from Roosevelt Field... everyone is waiting, as they have been now for seven days and nights, waiting for the rain to stop...
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It's unfortunate that the story of Lindbergh's immortal flight to Paris was not made in the mid thirties before he got involved with the isolationist movement. If it had been James Stewart would have been perfect casting. Here with the help of some heavy duty makeup we have the 48 year old Stewart playing a 25 year old Charles Lindbergh. As earnest as James Stewart performance is, he just can't overcome that burden. He did much better in doing that in The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance where both he and John Wayne played men much younger than they were. But there we didn't have a real person to measure it by.
This is also strange material for Billy Wilder to do. The cynical Mr. Wilder who's best at capturing the dark side of our nature and making fun of it, is kind of lost in a straight biographical picture about an All American Hero. Can you imagine what John Ford might have made of the Lindbergh story?
James Stewart had a life long love affair with aviation and I've always thought he approached the films he did on that subject with too much reverence. His best film on aviation was The Flight of the Phoenix which is a wildly improbable tale, made plausible by the fine collection of players, led of course by Stewart.
The Spirit of St. Louis is hampered by a reverential approach by the star and a director on unfamiliar ground.
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